Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Showered at School!

Matthew,

You are SUCH a lucky boy! Mommy's school friends threw a shower for you at school and it is very obvious the we are blessed! You got so many kind, generous and thoughtful gifts today and I cannot WAIT until you are here and using them!!! Lots of soft blankets, cute onesies, fun toys and so many sweet little cards and personal things! I am just overwhelmed at how much love was shown today!

The best part is that there was so much FUN! Right before the shower, mommy realized that she had lost her diamond ring! It has been bothering my finger terribly, mostly because of swelling, and I took it off and put it on my pinkie finger. I planned on putting it RIGHT IN MY WALLET, but got caught up doing something and realized about 10 minutes before that it was GONE! Talk about freaking out!!!!! Auntie Deb and Auntie Tracy started looking all over, and we put an all-call out on the speaker in case anyone found it! Little did I know that at the same time we were looking for my ring, Deb, Tracy and the rest of the school were also looking for the UPS man....who had the decorations for the shower! So, the all-call was, "If you find a diamond ring, please turn it in to the office. If you find the UPS man, GET HIM!" THANKFULLY, we found the ring....and then Deb and Tracy said, "Well, we have to tell you. The UPS guy has the decorations. They were supposed to be here by noon and they're still not here and well, we have to go down to the shower."

I nearly peed my pants laughing! I know if I had been planning it, I'd have been disappointed like they were also, but honestly, after being so relieved that the ring was there and just being so grateful that friends at school wanted to do something nice for us, who cared about the decorations? I sure didn't...and it was JUST the type of story that I want to remember about a shower! Somehow, the more the fiasco, the better...and really, it's just a lesson in laughing, because really, what else can you do?

So, we headed down to the media center and started to hang out for a few and guess what showed up? The DECORATIONS!!! Ha ha! Bless their hearts, everybody started to tear the box open and get the favors and decorations out and up! It was so comical, but just so perfect! All in all, it was a great time, there was a lot of fun and laughing and I was just enveloped in so many thoughtful and kind wishes. I'm glad you were there for it...although you were kicking me the whole time and I was having some Braxton Hicks!!!

Here are a few pictures from the day...you are a very lucky and loved boy!






Hanging the decorations that made it!








Auntie Deb and Auntie Tracy...I don't even look (that) pregnant!



Isn't this clothesline of gifts ADORABLE? You should see the cute basket it was in!











Isn't this card the SWEETEST???



HOLY COW are you a lucky little boy!!!! I'm a lucky mommy!







Tuesday, September 29, 2009

32 Weeks...

Matthew is not necessarily following in his mommy's footsteps these days...I typically aim for (or not, just luckily make it into) the top percentage for just about everything. Only 3% odds of blah blah blah? Count me in. (In fact, right now, that's where I am with him still being breech) Less than 1% chance of blah blah blah happening? Yep, that'll be where you'll find me. Having that happen.

Matthew, however, has decided he wanted to drop some percentage points and has now gone from the 38th%tile for growth to the 22nd%tile. Dr. Sweeney said that was not a big deal because A) I'm little and odds are, Matthew will be little; and B) He's gained a whole pound in a month, and that's great. So, he weighs a hefty 3 lbs., 6 oz. and I'm happy with that. I was only 4 lbs., 2 oz. when I was born and I was full-term. Of course, I don't want my boy to end up as small as I am, but like Grandma pointed out, he has a cousin who was in the 5 pounder range when she was born and she's just dandy now. So....he wasn't very cooperative for pictures so all we have is a little foot picture. We got to see his face a bit, and the cheeks are definitely chubbing out! He was all crunched and the cord was in front of him, so the 3D pictures were just sort of scary and unrecognizable. Room's getting more and more sparse, I guess!

Still only one kidney. Like that surprises me. We go back in 4 weeks, and that will probably be the last appointment with the specialist. The one is functioning just fine, amniotic fluid looked fine, placenta looked, "young," and from my visit yesterday, things were "tight and closed," so all seems well for him to cook a bit longer. I am only doing half days until next week and then 4 full days with the long-term sub next week, but she'll be there if I need to sit or leave. I must admit...today was a long day. I'm really going to be glad when next week is over and I can relax a bit more. I hate leaving my kids in such a lurch, but at this point, not many other options.

Matthew, you need to be very glad that your daddy has a good job and has put money in savings so that mommy can take time off and let you grow. I am thankful for that blessing every day. I just don't know how I could physically keep going at school too much longer, and I am just so, so, so grateful that I don't have to.

Maybe that's when Matthew will really plump up!

Monday, September 28, 2009

Matthew Does the ER

Well, John always tells me that he can't believe I am immune to the "beep...beep....beep....beep" sound the answering machine constantly when we have messages, but he's right, I am. I am HORRIBLE at checking messages. HORRIBLE. That's what I have caller ID for. Of course, it helps when I check it thoroughly too.

Had I, on Friday, I would have gotten the message from my OBGYN telling me to go to the ER. Unfortunately, I didn't get that message until last night. And boy, oh boy, last night I had some heavy duty Braxton Hicks contractions and almost DID go...but knew I was going to talk with my OB this morning so I just rode them out.

Then, when I talked to their office this morning, they said to go directly to the ER and rule out a blood clot in my leg and check those cramps out.

And after spending the entire day in the ER, the following was found:
  • I do NOT have a clot. Thank God. Without being too invasive, they can only surmise that the extra weight I am putting on my feet, plus probably leaning more to one side since my back hurts so much on the other side is maybe pressing or pinching a nerve and I need to stay off my feet as much as I can. Not bedrest, just take it easy and stay off feet if I don't have to.
  • I have been having some strong Braxton Hicks contractions. I'm not dilated or preterm, thank God, but again, need to just take it easy.
  • I DO have a UTI. Which is actually surprising, since I have had not one symptom of that. I still don't believe it, but John's not letting me get away without taking the meds and thinks the doctor has no reason to make it up, so I guess he has a point. Ahh...the joys of being a teacher and having to ration your bathroom breaks.
  • Matthew is STILL quite a monkey! The poor nurse had to basically move and hold the monitor to get his heartbeat because he just kept moving. Oh yeah, he's wiggler! Big time. I love it.
  • I am SOOOO back on the epidural and/or "General Anesthesia, wake up and there's your baby" train after today! After the birthing class, I thought, "I bet I could do that with just the Stadol or something like that...I want to do what's best for Matthew." Well, I've decided that if Matthew's mommy is DEAD from the pain, then that's not good for him and I'm going to have to do the drugs. I blame this all on the internal exam...and I loved the nurse's comment: "This 'aint nothing." Dear Lord, I can only imagine something.

So...work's about to be done, whether I choose it or not, and I'm going to take the advice of taking it easy and letting my little monkey get bigger and hopefully move into the right position. Tomorrow we see the specialist, so we'll see him again. I bet he's going to be moving....that's his favorite thing to do!

Sunday, September 27, 2009

GO HOKIES!



Matthew--your first game was fabulous! Take out the fact that mommy's back and ribs were KILLING her, there was rain ALL DAY LONG, we had some slight ticket issues (all worked out for the best) and the porta-potties pretty much made me want to throw up and daddy and I can still unequivocally say that it was SO worth it! No one thought we'd beat Miami and yet--we not only beat them, we KILLED them! We went with our long-time Hokie friends Kevin and Melissa and Chris and Bridgette and had a great time. Two weeks ago, when we planned this trip, I was feeling much more mobile than I currently am, so I was sort of wondering what the heck I was thinking yesterday. Then, standing in the stadium with 66,000+ other people, I remembered: I was thinking that I was a Hokie and that's just what we do. We suck it up and pull it off.

We bought you a couple of cute little things to get you started. I loved Auntie Nanci's Facebook comment about helping you take a path down the Wahoo road, but rest assured, just in the shirt I was wearing yesterday, you've already been branded a future Hokie!

Mommy is wearing a shirt that says, "Future Hokie" and has an arrow pointing to YOU!


Beginning the tailgate process. It's raining, but just getting started!


Rain's getting a bit heavier. Introducing the Great Pumpkin.

After we've tailgated...and are headed to the game. Wet, but not drenched. Yet.

Before we headed to our seats, Melissa and I took a bathroom break!

We met up with Daddy and Uncle Kevin...who thought it was funny to take a picture of my back because I had my pillow under my poncho and I looked like a Hunchback. Nice.


You TOTALLY loved this cookie! SO DID I!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

HOLY COW!!!

WOMAN GIVES BIRTH TO 19.2 POUND BABY!

DEAR LORD!

On another note...yes, I do think the pregnancy tracker picture for this week is sort of creepy. Mala pointed it out, and in truth, I hadn't even looked at it. Upon further examination, yikes. Maybe it's a good thing it's dark in there.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

"Sit down and take a load off..."

Or don't. Because sitting is just about the worst thing you can do for your lumbar system (or whatever it's called) and puts more pressure on your poor backbones than standing any day. Or it can. And in my case, it does. My chiropractor said that sitting was awful and then gave me some paper that had all the different amounts of pressure exerted on your spine with various positions. Yep, sitting is not good. Laying flat is best, walking/standing is ok and sitting is the worst. So, as sweet and helpful and kind as it is to have people tell me, "Sit down, take a load off," or "My goodness, look at your feet!!! Sit down!!" it doesn't help. According to my OB-GYN, unless I am laying down with feet above heart, swelling will happen. And folks, that just doesn't happen when you teach second grade. OR when you spend two full days in the worst chairs in the world at workshops. So...the countdown is officially on until I am able to be home, relax a bit, go to the bathroom when I have to and let Matthew just grow. October 16 is it.

On a funnier note (because the back pain right now is SO not funny!), last night when weighing myself, I hit 125. (Remember I was 97 pounds when I got pregnant.) John said, "Hmmmm....when we got married I was 100 pounds heavier than you were. Now I'm only 50. You're sure gaining." Ha ha...he's so funny. And what perspective--I now weigh only 50 pounds less than my 6 foot Marine husband. And I'm not even 5 feet. And I'm continuing to gain. Super!

Sunday, September 20, 2009

For comparison...

Well, on April 27, I looked like the snake that ate the mouse:



And now, on September 20, I look like the snake that ate one million mice...or a very weird-shaped yoga ball:



Yep, same dress. Pre-pregnancy bought, by the way....thank GOD stretchy fabrics have been in!

On another, very important note (because the two belly pictures were soooooo important, right?), all through church this morning, I had things I wanted to say to Matthew (who, as always, was thoroughly enjoying the worship music!) and must write them now to make sure he always knows where mommy stands.

In Sunday School, we are doing a study that focuses on the question, "Do all religions lead to God?" and it is very interesting. It is thought provoking, challenging and convicting. The most important thing I got out of it this morning was this: There really are three questions one must ask to be a Christian and to know that even in this world of relativism and what's good for you may not be good for me blah blah blah....there IS truth. Jesus was either a liar, a lunatic or LORD.

Jesus was NOT a liar. Not only are there tons of historical documentations out there that back up many claims made by Him in the Bible, research the top 5 religions of the world and see that even THEY revere Jesus as a respected and holy man...they don't necessarily see Him as the resurrected son of God, but the respect that Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism, Judaism and others give Jesus as a holy man and/or prophet should be somewhat of an indicator that even founders of those religions did not believe Him to be a liar...lest He not be worthy of their respect.

He was NOT a lunatic. He may have made claims that in His day were considered heresy and unbelievable, but again, look at historical documentation and see that His claims and miracles were always backed by often multitudes of people. Lunatics claim crazy things and then nothing comes of them. Jesus made claims and did things that no one else could do, and astounded those who doubted. He proved Himself, though He did not have to, and lunatics simply cannot do that.

He is Lord. And because He is, we can believe Him and His promises. And Matthew, this morning, I couldn't stop crying thinking about how very blessed we are that He is faithful. It took over ten years, but He has given you to us and with every little kick and movement you make, you are a living and breathing testament to the fact that He is Lord and He knows the plans for you. All week long, I've had "Above All" in my head or on my Ipod in the car, and then lo and behold, we sang it church...and again, I just wanted to fall on my knees out of gratitude for what I have been given in my life...

Matthew, I want you to know--whenever you question or doubt or wonder--mommy's been there, trust me. Far more often than I'd like, if truth be told. But make no mistake, you are a wonderful and glorious creation sent to us directly from God. You are loved far more than you can imagine by your mommy and daddy, but Jesus's love for you is immeasurable. Whenever you are down, whenever you feel like you are alone and don't even know what in the world this world is about, remember that Jesus knows your heart and loved you enough to sacrifice His life for you...He loves you above all else, and I want you to always have the feeling of security and peace that comes in knowing that.

Crucified,

Laid behind a stone.

You lived to die,

Rejected and alone.

Like a rose,

Trampled on the ground,

You took the fall,

And thought of me,

Above all....

Friday, September 18, 2009

So I remember...

Matthew, you have been moving around ALLLLLLLLLLLLL DAY. Literally. For not having a lot of room in there, you sure are finding ways to move. A lot. What's going on in there?

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Daddy does the nursery.

Well, I've been alluding to it, but have no choice now but to post the pictures! John got in last Thursday (yahoo!), recovered Friday and bright and early Saturday, was up and at 'em. I knew from that look on his face that it was not going to be a nice, relaxing Saturday. Nope. It was going to be a busy, productive one.

Ok. I was up for that. Sitting doesn't help my back one bit and really doesn't make a difference for the swelling in my feet! So....we hit Lowe's, and I am just thinking we will be *looking* at paint ideas for the room. Again, NOPE. John is gung ho to pick them out, has brought the picture insert from the bedding and is explaining to me that low VOC is a gimmick and as long as we air the room out with plenty of time, all will be fine with the paint. (I sort of lost the argument when I couldn't remember what VOC stood for and he just thought I was on the latest froo-froo bandwagon.) After deciding on the two tones of paint (something blue--maybe Blue Satin? and Cloth by Laura Ashley), we headed back toward the chair railing. We picked that out--well, he picked it out and I said, "Mmmhmmm," and as we walked by the flooring, John said, "Let's check that flooring out."

We walked down the aisle, looked at the flooring we had already sort of decided upon and lo and behold...it was on sale! At this point, I have decided that a nap was probably not happening, and John decided we might as well get the flooring too. Twelve boxes of the flooring later, and we were FINALLY on our way out. I was LOVING Lowe's that day because we asked if they were still giving a military discount (10%) and they WERE! This is often iffy, so we were feeling very lucky that day! That discount saved us over $70 and we essentially got all the things we needed to convert that room for quite a bit less than I expected. Again, thank GOD John can do all the work and was motivated to do so!

By the time we got home, it was late afternoon and I didn't have much expectation for productivity, but that boy of mine is DETERMINED, to say the least. I felt bad, so I helped him tape (he'll disagree, but I touched the roll) and painted the bottom part...or at least cut in the trim. WHICH, by the way, I HATE. I hate painting anyway, but cutting in the trim is the WORST. I just don't have the patience. In any event, Matthew decided he'd had enough of me being on all fours warbling around the bottom of the wall and told me to go take a nap. Yes, sir.

I left that room with the bottom blue painted and John starting the top walls. NO MORE THAN AN HOUR LATER, seriously, I woke up and he had finished painting all the walls, taken the carpet up, taken the padding up, and put down two or three rows of the flooring planks!! HOLY COW! I'm telling you, that daddy wanted that room done! He thankfully called it a night, but on Sunday after church, he finished the flooring and got part of the chair rail up! We had Dixie's agility stuff going on, but then he worked on it when we got back and has been squeezing work on it this last couple of days in between his real job.

Tonight--the payoff....he finished EVERYTHING today, put the crib together, moved the furniture back in and couldn't wait to show me when I got home. Unbelievable.

So...without further ado, here's the nursery...so far. We still have some decorating to do, a bookshelf and chair to buy and a rug to find, but WOW has it come a long way!

The beginning...








AFTER...but no furniture yet








Introducing some of the stuff...and a huge me!



Dixie and mommy...all we need is a baby Matthew!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

30 Weeks...

Today we saw Dr. Polko for the 30 week appointment. Hard to believe that we are already at 30 weeks, yet another 10 weeks seems sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long!!! Matthew is still breech, though Dr. Polko says she's seen babies turn as late as the day of delivery. I have no doubt that happens, but as Dr. Sweeney said, "Real estate is getting expensive in there," (referring to how cramped baby boy is right now), I'm not sure how easy that will be for him. So...options will be: a) Attempt manual inversion. Not my favorite choice and luckily not Dr. Polko's either. b) Wait until I go into labor and see where he is. If he's turned, super. If not, C-section, decision made that day. c) If he's still breech at 38 weeks, schedule a C-section for anytime after week 39. Probably my pick of all three, only because I like the knowing of the plan part. In any event, he still has 10 weeks to make his big move, but I seriously wonder as he has spent the last oh, 25 weeks or so right where he is...head right under my rib and feet tickling right below my belly button. Guess we'll cross that bridge as we get there and in the meantime, I see the doctor every other week now for the next 6 weeks and then weekly after. We see Dr. Sweeney again on the 29th and then again probably at the end of October, beginning of November and that will be all that we see of Matthew until he makes his debut. I'm getting very anxious about seeing him and what he will look like. I wish, wish, wish I had more infant pictures of me, but I don't. I know somewhere around is my newborn hospital picture but not yet have I come across it. I have several 'baby' pictures, but not many before 3-4 months...and not really many more after that....luckily, we have a few more of John, but I'm just dying to compare them and see this little miracle. Deep down, I hope he has something of his Grandma Jane's and something of his Granddad Ennis's---we still miss them so and nothing is as healing for loss as seeing your loved ones in new life. Whatever he looks like, we can't wait!

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Matching dogs, matching clothes, matching bellies!

Today we took Dixie Belle to an open house for agility training that was for the members of the Golden Retriever Rescue of Southern Maryland and surprisingly, she did well! A month ago when I signed on to take her, I figured that since we'd just lost Raleigh, it might be something good for Dixie to do and though I doubted John would be home, we could handle it because I doubted Dixie would be very interested in being agile. Ha ha. Well, John did come home (yahoo!) and Dixie surprised me with her confidence in attempting some of the obstacles. Granted, as we were all in line for the first practice of just walking over the jump things, she decided she was not going to participate and wriggled her way out of her collar, BUT....once we wrangled her back into her collar, she was impressive. So impressive that we signed her up for agility classes starting in October...nothing championship, mind you, but for an hour a week for five weeks, she'll be able to work out some energy, play, please her daddy and show her skills.

Another member of the group has a sweet pup Josie, who reminds us a lot of Dixie (though Josie is a bit more obedient!). Josie's mommy is also pregnant, about 2 weeks ahead of me. This just must show that by this point in pregnancy, one does not care to buy more clothes and will make do with what one has...we both showed up wearing similar outfits--right down to the bellies.

Boy, is my face looking FULL!

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Mommy's day....

Oh boy...what a long day. I really ought to be in bed right now and will be shortly. I thought I'd blog about my comedy of errors day, though, for posterity of course.

I was EXHAUSTED getting up this am. Yesterday I felt icky...so tired I couldn't move for about 2 hours straight. Literally. Could not lift my arm....worried I may have strep throat as a teacher at school had it and was in school for a bit before she FINALLY went to the doctor. Anyway, I chalked it up to pregnancy and ragweed being awful.

Then today, my school nurse *advised* me that I should call my OB and tell them I've been in contact with some illnesses that would require treatment. I don't want to cause panic, and I doubt anything is going to come of it, but after talking to my OB, she said to go straight to my primary care doctor and be tested for a few things. So...though I feel a bit better today, I still am not 100% and my primary care nurse told me to come in tomorrow at 10. I have to see someone, for CDC purposes, and can't just get blood taken or a swab done. Lovely. As I said, I do not feel that I have anything other than sheer exhaustion and allergies, perhaps strep. In any event, since every medical professional I talked to today told me that it was better to be safe than sorry, I'm going to go along with them.

So...tired as I am, I stayed at school longer than I should have to get some stuff done before the long weekend (which will be really long since I have my wonderful friend Jenny coming to visit and I am psyched!) and I'll probably be there long tomorrow. As I drove home, John told me that mom's dog Lola had a *pooplosion* when she got home. This on the heels of us coming home the other day to Dixie having the same issues...for days. Nothing more fun than cleaning up poopy-butt all night long. So, I called mom to apologize for Dixie getting Lola sick and immediately knew something was amiss in MY house when I walked in. Apparently Dixie's flu-bug is not over. Hooray! More *pooplosion* to clean and poopy-butt too! Not to mention, more pepto to shove down her throat and more rice to cook for her for dinner.

I cleaned ALL things needing cleaning up and then while her rice was cooking, I started to clean my Spot-Bot (the BEST little carpet cleaner EVER!) out by filling the sink with hot, soapy water to suck it through the tubes and clean them out. Yeah...well, that didn't work so well. What instead happened was the little rubber filter on the dirty water container popped off and flooded the floor. The rugs bled. The water fled. Dixie came to check it out. It was a fiasco.

Long story short, I cleaned it all up, fixed it all, finished her rice, cleaned her up AGAIN, and FINALLY sat down with some of mom's beef stew she made for me before she left. Thank GOD for homemade beef stew. It makes everything better. Mostly.

I'm now going to bed and it is barely 8:00. About 2 hours later than I wanted, if you ask me. Matthew, I realize that I'll have many days like this with a wee one like you. The thing is, with you, at least at the end of pooplosion or something to that effect, there will be some snuggling involved. Dixie's pretty leery of me because I keep shoving pepto down her. Honestly, I can't blame her.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Let the Third Trimester Begin!

Well, it's official! We've made it to the third trimester and according to Dr. Sweeney, Matthew looks "like a million bucks!" Not quite, but close. Ha ha. Seriously, he's doing super. He was not being very cooperative and was all scrunched up so the pictures are not fabulous this time. Well, the face pictures, that is. Making daddy uber-proud, Matthew decided to show the world that he is ALL boy and quite a...um...healthy boy at that. Matthew, mommy feels a little uncomfortable talking about your parts, but let's suffice it to say that Dr. Sweeney said what you lack in kidney, you CERTAINLY make up for in other places! He actually had a lot to say, but mommy will save those for your very private baby book because they were very funny little jokes about your private parts! He was impressed, though, I'll say that. I loved seeing you--you were 2 lbs., 6 oz. and that put you in the 38th percentile. I'm okay with you being a little less than average in size because it's not a huge distance from average and let's be real--your mommy is not a big gal. Based on your weight now and what you should gain in the next 12 weeks, you should weigh about 6-6.5 lbs when you are born. I am QUITE happy with that weight! Besides, your mommy was 4 lbs., 2 oz. and your daddy was 7 lbs., 3 oz., so that 6 lb-er weight is just a nice balance.

Grandma and I went and did a little shopping after and got some really cute little things at some great prices. I can't wait to see you in them!

Here are some pictures of you today...

This is your side profile. You were not very interested in showing your face, and you were sort of bunched up...you actually look like you are running out of room in there! No wonder my tummy feels tight!



Here's your little foot...


Here's a 3D side profile...you can make out your little elbow blocking your face and right before the tech snapped this picture, it was very easy to tell your nose is your daddy's. Grandma says you have the Reynolds nose!




This is the 2D shot of your boy-ness. Very obvious, huh?


And here's the 3D shot that Dr. Sweeney walked into and with which he was very impressed! Daddy probably too! Your foot is covering your little eyes; your elbow is still bunched to the side and blocking the side of your face while sitting on top of your knee. Your leg looks like a real little leg and leads right to...well, your turtle. Looks like daddy's thumb, if you ask me.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Daddy Rocks!

Just a quick little second to tell you how much your daddy rocks, Matthew....he (thankfully) made it out of the wilderness, though he slipped and fell flat on his back on some rocks on the last day so I hope that doesn't haunt him for years. He called me from the airport in Minneapolis a few hours ago and told me he bought a book. I thought he meant a book to read on the plane. He then prompted me and asked if I knew what book he bought. All-knowing as you will find your mommy to be (ha ha), this one escaped me. I expected to hear some war or dog title (favorite subjects for him). Nope. He proudly said, "Have You Ever Seen a Moose Taking a Bath?" He bought you a book, even though he CONSTANTLY tells me that you already have a library (it's true, you do!) upstairs. He's just too darned cute and so excited to get back home and see you move all over my tummy. I'd love to say he was excited to get back to see me, but even Dixie agrees--we might be second-fiddle to you right now. Actually, she told me that *she* may be second-fiddle. I'm third!
Anyway, here's what your new book looks like. Daddy's first book for you!






Wednesday, August 26, 2009

First Day...

Matthew, your mommy is TIRED! (And Lord help me if ONE MORE PERSON tells me to "Just wait until the baby comes" because I *so* get that I will be tired...hearing it over and over does not cement it for me.) I was so frustrated with yesterday that I couldn't even talk about it....well, except for my love of Walm*rt. Open House for this school year was a fiasco. I can't even begin to explain it, save that I am just shocked at what things I heard, shocked at behaviors I saw, and SHOCKED that I kept my mouth shut (mostly) since it was Open House and I was *trying* to be positive. I will say one of the highlights of the day was being told (by somebody clearly aggravated that I was pregnant and would be taking time off) that at least it was "only 6 weeks or something in your contract, right?" that I would be out of school. While that statement wasn't as bad as another colleague who once heard, "Couldn't you plan this for the summer?" when she was pregnant, I was not happy. Trust me, I completely understand walking into a classroom and seeing the teacher is pregnant and wondering how that is going to affect my child...I assure all out there I would feel the same way. In fact, for EVERY (and there were lots) parent who asked me when I was due and how long I'd be out for, I was very honest and told them that I would have to play things by ear after the baby is born and that is the truth. Just as their main concern is certainly their child and not me, my main concern is my child. That's life, and to expect teachers to be any different in their desires and lives is just ONE MORE nail in the "Teachers aren't supposed to have lives" coffin.

ANYWAY...I sweetly assured that lovely parent that I could leave tomorrow if I chose to, but my love of my students is the reason I came back and I will work until I am no longer comfortable or able to. I also assured him I was well aware of my contractual obligations, as well as the law with regard to how long I will be out, but that the long-term sub was fully qualified and would do a lovely job should I not return.

On that note, I have to say that I am so truly in awe of women who are pregnant and have no option BUT to work because their livelihood depends on it. Granted, whether people realize it or not, being an elementary school teacher is VERY physically demanding and I realize that lots of women have jobs that allow them to sit more, relax more, HECK...GO TO THE BATHROOM WHEN THEY NEED TO. But I also know that there are a lot of women who have no choice but to work and they are in demanding jobs also. I have been so stiff and sore and uncomfortable for the last few days, and I just hope that it's because of the intense amount of time and work I've been putting in the last few days for the start of school. As I limped into the chiropractor this afternoon, he asked me if I had talked to my OB about when I had to stop working. I told him that she said she could tell me to stop because of blood pressure or something measurable like that, but the amount of discomfort I was putting up with was my call and she'd go by that. He then looked at me and said, "I have a feeling you'll be talking soon." Super. PT said that yesterday. I hate to say it, but they may be right. So, I'll be in prayer for the guidance to make decisions I need to make. I can't wait for John to get home...he'll be able to really give some insight.

In the meantime, the kids today were not too bad, and all in all, it was a good day, minus the exhaustion and the pain in my back. Worse, my feet are swelling some and shoes don't fit so well. I may be tennis-shoeing it for a while at the very least.

And I have to just say how excited I am for Christina and her new addition!! CONGRATS! I just am tickled blue!

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Frus-ter-a-ted!

Oh Matthew....how I hate, hate, hate Walm*rt. (Borrowing from Maria, since God forbid I be libelous.) Before I start my rant, I have to say that I was really impressed with the article on the CEO of this store that was in Parade Magazine this weekend. I was pleased with the philosophy, and he seemed really down to earth. If only my store was like the ones he profiled. In the meantime, let me count the reasons why I've shopped there for the last time.
  • Parking is a NIGHTMARE. People pull through parking spaces into the lanes and look at you like YOU are the one who is in the wrong. Not to mention that you have to park in another state if you plan to park at all. Or you could just sit in the middle of each lane waiting for 34 minutes for some parked car to pull out.
  • The carts will NOT come apart. Period. Not to mention that if you FINALLY get a cart pulled apart it is inevitably fraught with weird-wheel syndrome. If the wheels work at all.
  • NOTHING is where it should be. And finding someone to ask where to find someone is like finding a needle in a haystack. Heck, that would be easier. And when you DO find someone, they again look at you as if they can't believe you have the gall to ask them such a dumb question as "Where would I find a heating pad?"
  • Find something to buy and it is not priced appropriately. Candy bar says $.50 at the end of the aisle? It says $.64 when it's rung up. Argue that and get a look. A mean, then confused look.
  • People at this store think the 20 items or less checkout is a 20-ish item or less. And by 20-ish, they think 50 is ok. Or, 3 people shopping together ought to have 20 things EACH. And God forbid you say anything like, "Ummm, I think that exceeds the limit," because you will get told, "Are you the checkout police?" Do people not realize you should NOT screw with a pregnant woman? Lucky for them I was tired and reveling in the thought that I will NEVER GO TO WALM*RT AGAIN, God willing.
  • The main reason that I went to this place was because a couple of weeks ago, a friend told me that I could get a gallon of the organic milk I've been drinking (and plan to continue) for $5.93 a gallon, where as it's way more elsewhere...even at the commissary, it is $3.54 a half gallon, so that's a nice savings. Couple that with the coupons that I have been diligently using on some of the lower prices I admit this place has, and it could be worth the trip. I went two weeks ago for the 1st time in a year and a half, and it wasn't terrible. Of course, I went in the morning, mid-week. I thought to myself then that I could probably muster up the courage to do that trip every now and then to save some pennies. Well. I go today to get milk and the expiration date for the gallons are in 5 days. I can't drink a gallon of milk by myself in 5 days. The last time I got milk there it was like that too but I thought maybe I caught the tail end of the shipment. Nope...that's how they roll. The half-gallons had longer dates, and I think that they just store the gallons. Shoot...if I am not even saving on the milk, there is really no reason to go. And frankly, after today, saving $1.00 is NOT WORTH IT TO ME. I doubt I am even saving a dollar because who knows how many things are mispriced and I don't bother arguing?

I could go on and on about the cleanliness, the organization and the conversations the employees have about being dropouts of the local high school and not allowed back because of the ankle bracelet they wear, but I'm just tired. And frustrated. Because I haven't even *MENTIONED* how Open House went today....

And that's all I'll say about that.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Big Mama...

Per Cindy's request, I figure I can post a progress picture or two...these are from a fun outing I had with one of my cutie patootie little girls from last school year. We went to a movie and lunch (which was actually popcorn and Cheesecake Factory's Blackout Cake, but poe-tay-toe, poe-t-ah-toe) and she and her mom wanted belly pics. Actually, believe it or not, I did too since John has been gone forever and I wanted to keep him up on the progress. If you are a Facebook friend, you've already seen it, but since this is for Matthew's book too, here they are: About two Fridays ago...


It was a VERY hot day...gotta love the humidity!



My poor little sweetheart is totally being covered by all that is ME (and Matthew)!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

You're a mover and a shaker!

I just got off the phone with daddy (before he's incommunicado for his Man vs. Wild extravaganza) to let him know that when he gets home, he'll be able to see my tummy move because you are kicking me. He's been waiting for that for months! I have been thinking it would be creepy...but I have to say that it didn't creep me out like I thought it would. You've definitely been kicking enough to seriously feel you, and even see *little* blips on my tummy...but just now, as I am on the sofa in the most comfortable (or least uncomfortable, if truth be told) position I can find, I see my stomach bouncing all over the place and find it kind of funny. Daddy said, "Kind of like Alien, huh?" and yes, that's sort of what I had been thinking, but not imagining you as an alien. He said it was cool, and probably made it seem more real like I was nurturing something real. Hmmm...I've been feeling like that for a LONG time, whether you moved or not! In fact, now that your brain is really in overdrive for development, mommy's working on your scholarship-getting skills by taking an even more amped DHA/EPA supplement. The bottle says it is great lemon-tasting flavored, but it fails to mention how OILY it is...but that's ok if it gives you more super brain cells!

Anyway, just wanted to let you know that you are really starting to flex your muscles and my bouncing belly is proof. I'm sorry daddy isn't here to see it, but I have no doubt that when he gets home, he'll be hawking my tummy to look for your karate.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

What is Elvis trying to tell me?

Again, feeling lonely without my baby daddy here. He's in Minnesota, getting ready to go an an awesome (by his standards, not mine!) trip with Uncle Brad. They will be dropped off in the middle-of-nowhere, Minnesota. They will be given a canoe, some food and some good luck. Then they will rough it for 5 days. Now, knowing John's penchant for treating his stomach well, I'm curious to see the true extent of 'rough it'....knowing him, it won't be that rough unless they don't catch stuff. In any event, in no way, shape or form does that sound appealing to me at all, so THANK YOU, Uncle Brad for being interested in this and taking one for the team. John can't wait until Matthew is old enough to do that. Hmm. I can. Last thing I can think of wanting is my two dearest loves in the middle of nowhere and something happen to them. John assures me he has some device that should life or limb be at risk, he can push a button and get help. Here's hoping they don't need that.

In any event, as loneliness often leads me to internet searches for who knows what, I decided to google my mom. It's been a while since she died, so there wasn't much in the first few pages and I wasn't up for going further. I did go to her old Xanga site, though, which is comfortingly still up. I went to August 22, 2002 (the last August post she had) to see what she was thinking. August 22 was a fairly benign post, but I kept reading and found her August 17 post to be interesting. Remember my August 16 post about missing my mom and Elvis? Well, her August 17, 2002 post was about Elvis too. Now, finding this a lovely coincidence at first, I then realized he passed on August 16, 1977, and the coincidence was more timing, but anyway...

This is what she had to say:
"If Elvis hadn't died....
I wouldn't be watching his stacked up movies on the movie channel. Blue Hawaii was the only one that really appealed to me, although I may have enjoyed Love Me Tender if I had seen it all the way through. I was small when the latter movie hit the screens, although, as I reflected today, I am only thirteen years younger than El, had he kept on living.
If Elvis hadn't died, he'd be alive. (DUH!) He'd be an aging faded, star. Maybe. I think newer generations will be spared the idolatry we of the Elvis generation have to tolerate. It's time to leave him alone. Wouldn't have said that a year ago, but I certainly now have my fill of hero worship. He left this world in an undesirable fashion but, despite the narcotics and quirks, he did it his way. That's important, when you can .... do it your way. I have no other news. I woke up with a sense of foreboding which I don't care to go on about and will probably head back to the sack for my . . . Elvis movies?
~NOOOOOOOO!~"


How funny. And, as much as I knew about my mom and her love of Elvis, I didn't know that Blue Hawaii was her favorite. There's nothing like learning things about your parents, even if they aren't here any more.

Sadly, while reading her couple of days worth of August posts, she commented about how she was feeling regarding her cancer and her chemo...."What makes me a more likely candidate for the five-year-survival rate? It's scary. Downright frightening. BUT, as hubby says, "We have to give it all we've got." So off I go to the research pages, leaving a few links that will encourage me, and others, to put every effort into conquering the beast. Should I lose, I hope that I will be remembered as highly as Diane whose tribute by notforprophet almost made me cry."

This made me mad--my dad telling her they have to give it all they've got and 7 years later he can't even be bothered to remember she lived and was his wife and my mother. It also made me sad that she was worried about how she'd be remembered. I remember her every day, and though I don't know how highly this Diane she speaks of is remembered, I can guarantee that my mom's memory is right up there as she would have wanted.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

So grateful....

Matthew,

Mommy's very tired today. I have been back to school working on my classroom and in just another day, I'll be back full time. I'm already tired just thinking about it. I just got off the phone with daddy a little while ago, and was sad because I miss him but also because my back really hurts and I am worried about how things are going to go in the next few weeks and months. I'm really stiff and sore, tired and achy. Then I came across this video at Kelly's Korner and realized that even as stiff and sore, tired and achy, worried and frustrated as I feel right now, I am so, so, so grateful that I can feel your little acrobatic moves and know you are right there under my heart. (Although my lungs would like you to move a bit, but they know better than to ask!) It is an amazing miracle that I have this time with you--no one else on the planet will ever be as close to you as I am right now, with you safely inside me, waiting for your nightly Lucky Charms. And as uncomfortable as it is right now, I really and truly can't thank God enough for the unbelievable blessing you are, regardless of the discomfort. This video just reminds me that it'll be all too soon and you'll be on your own...and these days where it is just you and me will be priceless, no matter how sore my back was. I so love you, baby boy, and though I never will want to let you go, I know God has special plans for you and He'll see you through them. In the meantime, I'll love and cherish you and give you all you need as you find your wings.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Whew...what a day!

I won't even bother to ask if you've ever had one of those days where you just wonder at the end of the day how you survived (and even laughed at) it because I know EVERYONE has...I did today!

I was soooo tired last night and even more tired (and sore--horrible crick in my neck) this morning when the alarm went off. I even contemplated missing church because I was just that tired and sore. I got up and got moving, though, had a lovely morning in church (even though I have succumbed to taking my lumbar roll everywhere I have to sit for more than five minutes and sort of felt like a dork, but whatever....). Then I drove home.

I've been listening to Elvis Radio (channel 18 if you have Xm/Sirius) on Sundays to and from church because it reminds me so much of my mom and my grandma...two ALL-TIME Elvis lovers. I know Elvis's versions of old gospel hymns like the back of my hand, and I totally take advantage of listening to what *I* want to when John's gone. So, on the way home, the Elvis American trilogy song comes on...if you are (gasp) not an Elvis fan, it is a compilation of three songs--Dixie, All My Trials and The Battle Hymn of the Republic. And the tears just start POURING. Now I realize that I am hormonal (ya think?) but I also still miss my mom very much, especially being pregnant. And this was one of her favorite medleys of Elvis's and brought back soooo many memories for me of growing up. Then I started throwing myself a pity party about being lonely and missing my mom, my grandma, John, Elvis, Ed McMahon and an assortment of others...*THEN* as I continued listening, I started to get VERY mad at my dad and was contemplating the letter I was going to write to him...a plethora of emotions just overtook me. Thankfully, the song stopped, I wiped my tears, laughed at the ludicrousness of crying like that as I drove and took a deep breath.

Only to hear the trilogy START ALL OVER. AGAIN. Seriously, it started all over again. First I laughed. Then I cried more. Then I started laughing and thinking that even though my mom wasn't here, she was obviously, in a sense. I loved it. I even started thinking about all the old Elvis movies I remember watching on tv when I was growing up and how I missed them and never saw them anymore...

I finally got home and played with Dixie a bit, calmed down and laughed a bit more and then headed to pick a friend up to see The Time Traveler's Wife. As we got to the movie theater, I reached into my purse to get my wallet and guess what? It wasn't there! It wasn't in my purse, it wasn't in my car and I started to freak out. I tried to tell myself that it was at home, on the table and I should just enjoy the movie. Which, by the way, I didn't. At least in my hyper-hormonal state of mind, that is! If you go, take tissues. Anyway, when I got home, I could not find my wallet anywhere. I then started to retrace steps and they went back to me working at school yesterday (yes, a Saturday...and I probably overdid it but had no choice) and being in Annapolis the day before. While my sweet school secretary offered to go in my room and see if it was there, I went back over every store or place I was Friday in Annapolis...with the last place being Babies R Us. So, I called them, thinking it was probably not there since I had used gift cards. Well, guess what? After initially being told, "No, we don't have any wallets," the girl then said, "Wait, what does it look like?" I described it again and she asked, "Is your name Lo--" and didn't finish. I squealed, "Yes, I'm Lori! Lori Ennis," and proceeded to tell her all about my wallet.
"Yep, we have it." THANK YOU GOD!

The fun part is that Annapolis is about an hour and a half away. And Babies R Us was closing in about two hours from the time I called. So, I raced into my car and headed up there...they would only give it to me in person, which I can appreciate, but was dreadfully inconvenient. Thankful they had it, though, I was just glad to be on my way. Until, about 40 minutes into the drive, I realize I only have 13 miles of gas left in my tank and pulled over to get gas. The problem THERE was that these days, gas stations expect payment. Which I could not offer. I started to freak out. I begged the cashier to allow me to just give my credit card number (which I know by memory due to my online shopping prowess) but he said his manager wouldn't allow it. I then offered to call my sister or mom and have them give a credit card number. No go. Finally, the manager actually came out of the back room, saw I was basically an unassuming, crazy little pregnant lady and let me give my number. Again, THANK YOU GOD!

The rest of the trip there and back were thankfully uneventful. Three + hours later I am home and thankful that they had my wallet (though we are registered there and they've had it since Friday and I can't imagine why they wouldn't at least check and see if they could find a phone number, but again, whatever!), I had the opportunity to get it and I didn't drive away from the gas pump with the hose still attached. (Um, I guess I should add, again.)

But as I sit down and turn the tv on to just veg a minute while I eat my nightly Magically Delicious Snack, what in the WORLD do you think is on tv? It Happened At The World's Fair. Not one of Elvis's best, in my opinion, but lots of cute songs I liked and for Pete's sake--an ELVIS movie! I haven't seen any on tv in probably years...and guess what the TCM channel is doing? Showing Elvis movies for hours...and hours....King Creole, GI Blues (one of my favorites!), Roustabout and The Trouble With Girls. SERIOUSLY? Call it what you want, but when I see rainbows, I think of John's dad...when I see butterflies (my mom had a bumper sticker that read, "I brake for butterflies" and the day of her funeral, we saw more butterflies than I can ever remember) or hear Elvis, I think of my mom. And those times we pray to God for little pieces of comfort and assurance come to us in this way. Thank you, yet AGAIN, Lord.

Matthew...just wait until you hear Elvis. And trust me, you will.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Boys vs. Girls....

Well, aside from the fact that there really ARE more cute girl clothes than boy clothes out there, there are also some significant differences in behavior, disposition and attitude. Any mom of a boy will tell you this. Funny, isn't it, that girl moms don't always tout this mantra while boy moms seem to eat, drink and live it! As a teacher, I have always known this to be true, and honestly, one of the best compliments I have ever received was a parent telling me that they thought I was such a good "boy" teacher!

So...the post that I've been meaning to write so I didn't forget finally gets here...though sitting for any length of time really makes my back any more miserable than it already is, so I hope I do it justice. By any length of time, I'm talking about 15 minutes.

The best part of the conference I went to a couple of weeks ago is that it is finally getting more and more common-place to scientifically back up assertions. I'm not talking about a few facts and figures scientifically backing things up...I'm talking magnetic resonance imaging, PET scans and such...looking at what a 7-year old little girl's brain does when faced with a task and comparing it to what a 7-year old little boy's brain does when faced with the identical task. And watching how the brain works in both is amazing.

Life is all about bell curve math...and of course, there are always the outliers and anomalies...children who defy the generalizations--over (and under) achievers, if you will. But generally speaking, did you know:

***Boys typically have bigger amygdalas...parts of the brain that act as the center of emotions...than girls. Yep--that's right...emotional centers that are bigger than girls...and also more predispositioned to aggression because of this larger emotional center and larger quantities of testosterone developed.
***The corpus callosum (which connects the hemispheres and allows communication between both) is bigger in girls...hence girls seemingly more able to access both hemispheres of their brain quicker and more easily. It's true. They can.
***The hippocampus (memory center) is larger in girls and develops faster. Boys really may just not remember and girls really can rival an elephant's memory.
***The cerebellum of boys is better functioning and develops faster and typically stronger than in girls. The cerebellum is what controls large muscle movements--coordination and organization of muscle movements. Which is why boys prefer to use those large muscles more often and are more visible in doing so.
***Boys and girls brains not only develop at different paces, but in different sequence...which means that when one looks at a little girl and sees what she can do and then wonders why a little boy the same age can't do the same thing, they are wondering about something that little boys (or girls) simply don't control--their brain's development.
***Typically, boys hearing and vision is slower developed than in girls...which means that placing boys at the front of the classroom is not only a good idea for them to help lessen distraction, but to encourage learning--they need to be closer to see and hear better. More than that, when your little boy repeatedly says, "Huh?" or feels like he has to be on top of the tv or he can't see, he may not be in control of that either.
***When given problems to solve, and simultaneously having their brain activity measured while doing so, the parts of the brain that rely on deductive thinking are highly active in boys, while the parts of the brain that rely on inductive reasoning are more active in girls. This basically means that boys like to start with general principles when reasoning, whereas girls prefer concrete examples. Yep...that's SO John and me. I need details and want them to form my plan. John prefers a bigger picture and doesn't like to be bothered with details. It's our wiring.
***Movement stimulates the male brain and helps relieve impulsive behaviors. Girls do not have the same brain activity noted when moving and learning something new, nor do their impulses change in predominance. So, when your boy is sitting at the dinner table working on his homework and he can't seem to sit still (or even sit in his chair at all), while your little girl sits like an angel and quietly works--well, that's just how his brain works. Hers too. Which is why I've always been a big advocate of letting my male students stand or wiggle if they need to when they are working.

There's so much more that anyone can Google simply by looking for the differences between the young male brain and the young female brain, but the gist of this whole day of learning for me was really eye-opening in some ways, scary in others, and comforting in more--bottom line? Boys brains simply ARE DIFFERENT and develop differently than girls. This is so important to remember because the entire education system for as long as it has been a developed system has been geared (not necessarily purposely, but probably more conveniently) for girls and the way girls learn. Why? Because the way girls learn is more in line with the 'traditional way' that we think learning should occur--girls prefer written texts, focus on emotional workings of characters in literature, don't need as much space to learn, prefer concrete things they can actually see, are better listeners, follow conversations more aptly, don't need as much logical sequencing, are able to deal with and manage boredom better than boys, use words as the learn them and prefer to do so--all of the things we typically feel a classroom is like or should be. And while I am a teacher and I totally think that that type of classroom is a lot easier to manage, it is not one that is necessarily the most conducive to a little boy's learning...and so is it any wonder why it's typically our boys who are the 'trouble-makers' in the classroom? The classroom is not (usually) geared to help them learn best simply in structure and design, while it is tailor made for a little girl. More than that, think of who usually picks the books out that a little boy is supposed to be interested in? Mom. Or a female teacher or librarian. And while we are good at trying to diversify, what interests me with regard to reading material TOTALLY differs from what interests John...and I'm sure that was not different when he was a kid.

More than all that....guess what? Neuroscientists typically agree: Our brains were not necessarily wired to naturally read. In fact, when watching the brain activity needed to read, there are several different transactions that need to take place in several different parts of the brain in order to actually read something. Factor in the fact that several of those parts of the brain develop faster in girls than they do in boys and then one can see why reading seems to come more naturally to girls than to boys and it's no wonder that boys get so frustrated when it isn't as easy for them as it seems it is for their girl counterparts. One better? Of those several parts of the brain necessary for reading, most are not developed thoroughly enough, girl or boy, until about the age of 7-8, yet here we are pushing that ALL kids must read by 5 or else they are doomed to failure. We are under the misguided impression that reading ability = intelligence and folks, that just isn't so. I was reading at 3 and a half. Big words, too...and I was able to very clearly and concisely articulate my thoughts about what I read. John? Well...he'll still tell you he isn't the best reader and he certainly never was. My father-in-law wasn't really reading until about 5th grade. Yet those two men, John and Dad, are probably the two smartest men I have ever met, and though I admit my IQ is not too shabby, I know theirs run CIRCLES around mine. No, reading does not equal intelligence...it is highly thought that reading ability serves as an indicator of intelligence and success. While this may be sometimes true, it is a vague generality. If one were to use John's reading ability to predict his success...well, let's say the prediction would have been dismal at best. And yet, look at him--he's proof that wild, crazy boys who have BB gun wars, need tutors in school, get accused of setting fire to the neighborhood, are poster children for ADHD (adult ADHD too!) and probably are lucky to be alive today turn out to be wildly successful and marry well (ha ha). Again, neuroscience's general feelings on how education ought to be is that classrooms should be set up more by ability and less by generic age. Some even go one step further and suggest that classrooms for boys and classrooms for girls are more successful in learning as learning styles can be addressed as best needed by students. This theory has already been tested, and funnily, it has been tested because of the fear that girls do not have the advantage in school, specifically with regard to math and science. Yet our boys can so benefit too!

The moral of all of this is that even though we often know and feel it, science backs it up: boys and girls have different brains. They are wired differently, they develop differently. And it's up to us to make sure that our girls and our boys are in the best environments they can be and have the freedom they need to be who God designed them to be. I don't think it is any coincidence at all that boys and girls have different brains--God created us to be different and more and more every day, I just feel honored that I was chosen to be the mom of a son.

So Matthew...I promise you I will not be disappointed if you are not reading at 4. I will always back you up in the classroom when you are simply acting like the boy you were designed to be. I will try not to cringe when you ride your bike or skateboard because I know it is intrinsic in you to take risks and the part of your brain that helps you make functional (and good!) decisions won't really be developed thoroughly until you are about (gulp) 25. I will say prayers for you every day when you play with your friends, as I know that bb gun wars or throwing darts at each other in the dark really is not something you do to simply make me cry but because you truly don't fully grasp all the potential harm in those activities. When you complain about doing your homework, I will remember it is because your little brain isn't ready to understand the relevance to the future doing well in school has and that you do not seek your approval by doing well in school. I will remember that in puberty, your body will produce 1000 times the testosterone that an adult male does (and that in and of itself is a lot!) and I will remind your daddy that you cannot, cannot, cannot control your hormone production (or your outrageous appetite!). I will not cry if you are not a 4.0 (or higher) high-school graduate. I will not cry if you do not go to Harvard. In fact, I *might* cry if you don't become a Hokie, and I don't care what any of those 'Hoos say--your daddy and I didn't do too badly! I am ready to accept you for the ADHD Jr. I already suspect you may be, and I hope you will always feel loved and embraced for exactly who you are. I will always want the best for you and will encourage you to work to your best potential, but I will always understand that when you are, it may not seem like it...and that will be ok.

Most importantly, if you ever have a sister, I will never, ever compare you. I know you and she were designed to be different.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Thank you, Lord...

As I drove to church this morning, that same nearly-crippling fear that I tend to be having these days just overcame me. Will John be safe? Will the baby be safe? Is he okay? Will we be here a few more years? If we aren't, what will we do about the houses? Will Dixie be okay? What will I do as my poor Matthew grows up in an increasingly God-less world? What would happen to us if something happened to John? Is healthcare reform going to make already bad healthcare even worse? What are those crazy North Koreans going to do? When and where will the next act of terrorism be? And so forth...I'm talking just overwhelming, heat-flash inducing panic and fear and anxiety...anxiety and I are certainly well past the "getting-to-know you" stage, and probably have been since birth. I've been really trying very hard, though, to just not worry and not stress because I want no extra stress for Matthew. How does one literally turn her brain off, though, and just stop thinking? Because really, sometimes it seems all I think about is anxiety producing.

So...in Sunday School, not even 15 minutes after my hot flash, what do I read? Phillipians 4:6 -- Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.

Can it get any clearer? Right before? Phillipians 4:4 -- Rejoice in the Lord always. I say it again: Rejoice!

I always joke that I'd love for God to just write me a note here and there and let me know what He wants me to know. Yep...He's that good and I feel great.

I know I wrote that having a human being move around inside was weird and I still stand by that. I want to add though that it is absolutely amazing also. Matthew has been hiccupping and it's just unbelievable that I have been given such a gift and am able to experience it. I often say that pregnancy is just a means to an end for John and me to be parents...and it is. But I don't ever want to forget what an amazing and miraculous means to an end it is. Just thinking that there's a little human inside who is floating around and dependent upon me is a feeling that I never thought I would have, but more than that, such an awe-inspiring one. I am so humbly and truly thankful to God that I was given this miracle of life I don't even know how to put it into words.

While this mush and gush *may* be hormonally inspired, it is nevertheless true...I do not know what I've done to deserve the sweet baby boy I am carrying, but I'm so thankful for him.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Random ramblings....

Some things I've thought I needed to note for posterity:
(Though I have NO memory any more...especially with words, which drives me...what's the word? Umm...you know, not comfortable, ummm..frustrated...NUTS! That's it...NUTS!)
  • I can't believe I've broken down and done it but I have. I have used, a couple of times in the last few days, parking spaces designated for "Expectant Mothers" and I was very thankful for them. Mobility is increasingly becoming decreased and while I HATE that I'm using them, as I said, I'm so thankful they exist. Especially since that sadist chiropractor keeps aggravating my piriformus whatever and making me miserable.
  • Deciding on important things really makes my whole indecisiveness genes come out in full force. JUST when I think I know what cloth diapers I'm going to order, I see a review of another brand that leads me to another website that leads me to another brand that leads me back to option 1, and then I have a mess to think about. And deciding on a pediatrician? HOLY COW. There are a few in the area that people adore...but hate their staff. OR adore, but hate the staff and the waiting time in the office OR just don't like even though EVERYONE else loves them. OR seem to be *perfect* and so very highly recommended but a good 40 minute drive, which then makes one of my prime considerations of quick and easy access sort of moot. UGH...I'm hoping that in the next two weeks as I meet them, I'll just get that vibe...waiting time in an office is a concern because I don't want a kid any sicker than they already are, but I also understand that to have a good doctor who is willing to see you whenever you need them to, you have to wait. And really...what doctor is going to own up to long waiting times? SO...I'll just have to see what the next two weeks hold.
  • I think it really is amazing that a pregnant body really does have a mind of its own. I do not like chocolate. "Yes, mommy, you do," says my boy--and who am I to deny him? Crazy. 3 months ago the thought of a Krispy Kreme donut (something normally loved--but *NOT* when hot!) made me want to puke. Two days ago? I totally detoured across 3 lanes of fairly busy traffic (using the lights, of course) to get to the Krispy Kreme drive-thru, giggled with glee as I bought a dozen donuts (just for myself) and literally could not open that box fast enough. Since when can I eat a dozen donuts by myself in 2 days? Or am ALL over Chic Fil A chocolate milkshakes like they're going out of style. Chocolate.
  • Feeling a human being move around in your body is weird. Miraculous, yes...but weird nonetheless.
  • I don't think it is fair that there are SO many more cute girl things than there are boy things in stores. Yes, there are some really cute boy things out there. But let's be real...the infant clothing industry focuses VERY heavily on girls and not-so-much on boys. Maybe that's a good thing, though, because I could probably go bankrupt.
  • I am huge right now. SO huge I'd almost have a friend take a picture of me looking like I did the other day in a dressing room trying on a skirt just to prove it...but it was HORRIBLE! The PT lady said I gave new meaning to the word waddle? Yeah, well to look at me, you'd think I give new meaning to what one looks like when they swallow a yoga ball. The big size yoga ball. Too bad John isn't around for pictures, ha ha!
  • I've been super impressed with my coupon-ing ability--even in this little area. It's work to peruse the ads, but little savings add up and I get so excited! Sunday I got two bottles of my saline solution and a tube of toothpaste FREE after rebate--that's $14! Yesterday, I got 4 mondo-size boxes of Lucky Charms (they are not only Magically Delicious, they are a fabulous night time snack!) for $12 and some change at Giant. If you bought 4 boxes, at $4.99 each, you got $6 bucks back. PLUS, I had a coupon for $1.00 off two and the cashier was SO nice she scanned it TWICE since I bought 4! It was awesome. I know, I know...nothing like Maria's deals, but baby steps--that's what I'm saying. I also got several deals at CVS and ended up with $8 in the extra bucks, which I then applied to other sale stuff. It DOES add up.

Okay...enough rambling. All this talk about Lucky Charms has given me incentive to get off the sofa (which kills me to sit on, so it's never long anyway!) and have a snack.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Back it up...

Okay, I feel like *such* an ungrateful whiner, but since this will serve as historical documentation for Matthew, I feel it only fair to let him know what he's doing to my back. Of course he's certainly not doing it intentionally, and I *gladly* offer my body as the vessel for whatever healthy growth he needs. That said, should he one day decide to bring some hoochie-mama he swears he's in love with home to me and his daddy, it's only fair for me to remind him of how in utero, I begged him NOT to...and since my back is SO jacked up, he might want to consider repaying me by giving aforementioned hoochie-mama the boot.

I'm getting to the point where there is really no relief...massage through PT or John (not for a while, though, since he's in Colorado for a while) helps as it's being done, but the effects are not long-lasting at all. Heat in various forms--clay pack, heating pad, moist heating pad, buckwheat pad, whatever...just maybe dulls some of the ache, but again, not-very long lasting effects. The chiropractor is a sadist, who basically reminds me each week that we are just doing damage control since the second I walk out the door, my body goes back to the work of undoing whatever he just did in preparation for birth. I haven't had enough acupuncture to really feel much of a difference with my back, though my sinuses enjoy it and are doing better. Tomorrow I will do some therapeutic yoga, in hopes of relief and maybe strength-building to help with labor.

The problem is that there is really not just *one* place that's pain-causing. The good news is that I haven't really had any sciatica problems, which are the more common pregnancy back issues. No, unfortunately mine are probably due to the fact that I didn't have a great back to begin with, and though it is strong, according to all my various practitioners, the fact that I am carrying so much more weight in my stomach and chest in comparison to my total body weight really stings. My PT lady was looking at me today and told me I gave new meaning to waddle. I look like I swallowed one of the big yoga balls, and my tummy is just basically pulling the crap out of any and all my back muscles, in random forms. Some days it's just my right lower Ql muscle. Most days, actually. Some days, it's the pelvic girdle. Or the piriformus (somehow connected to sciatic), which the chiropractor constantly irritates (no pain, no gain?) whenever he sees me. Then there are the fun days where I wake up with problems with the left QL and by the end of the night, it's back to the right. Worse is that sitting makes it worse...even with the lumbar roll. SO...when my sweet husband sees that I can hardly breathe (I don't even know if my lungs are still talking to me anymore since they are so mad at being so smooshed!) just from going up the stairs and he tells me, "Sit down, rest a bit," I can't....because it hurts! Believe it or not, moving around constantly is better, but then I face a bigger problem--I'm pregnant and get tired easily!!!!

So...the moral of this story, Matthew is this...please, please, PLEASE don't bring any hoochie-mamas home. Mommy will consider it a fair trade for all the back issues.

Oh, and don't step on any cracks while you grow up. Last thing I need.